From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Children are everywhere, annoying and relentless. They dress as the recent super heroes and other crazed things children enjoy and scream constantly as they go from house to house, only going on because of the promise of candy and a already present sugar rush. You walk down the streets, still young enough for candy but old enough to be annoyed by the other children. They all quake at your zombie costume, walking away and hiding behind legs of their elders. You head to a house where there is a slight ruckus going on. Thats so lame. I am a human for Halloween. A sad looking pale girl is walking toward you on the sidewalk, her trick or treat bag is empty. She looks pathetically normal for a costume, however you can slightly smell something close to mold on her, and you see stitches and slight lines covered up by some powders on exposed parts of her body. She looks up at you then suddenly her face brightens exponentially. She laughs at you, clearly full of humor and says &Wow, convincing. Your one of the best zombie costumes I have seen tonight, and thats something. She smiles when your expression changes. Trust me, I am kind of an expert on this. She smiled and shoves something into your hand then runs away calling after her, Have fun! I won&t eat you if I see you again
-Layla the Zombie

ah, thank you anon biggrin Though i'm actually an elf and I meant to dress up as a demon XD.

From: An anonymous benefactorMessage: Yes, get me back to my old self.
Nggh. I just feel so. Ngghh.
( /hugs by the waist, rests on his thigh, nuzzles a little bit ) Ahhh.
Your name? Your name? Other than Earth King? So that I'll know what to say. ( /looks up, then kisses on the lips, then smirks ) Ahh. Soft. And. Mhhmm.

An arm wraps around your waist and you are pinned to a man's chest before you can protest. He brings his other hand up in front of your face and you can see he wields a rather large hunting knife.

-Play nice, lover, and perhaps you will walk away unscathed.-

He bites your ear hard as he leads you around the room in an odd waltz.

-Then again, perhaps not.-

He rests the tip of the knife just below your ear lobe and lets it fall lazily down your neck. As you feel blood trickle down your shoulder, he pulls the knife away and holds you tightly against him. He breathes deeply a few times, shuddering slightly, before placing his tongue against your neck and licking the length of the cut.

-You taste... delicious...-

He releases you and slips away quickly. As you turn to face him, all that you can see is his cloak fading into the black